"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

This is what I get

I feel sick. By I feel sick I mean I: slept for twelve and a half hours yesterday, I'm dizzy, I am either very hot or very cold, and sometimes I feel naceous. Shit, I always spell that word wrong. The problem is, from elementary school through high school I pretended to be sick so often that I no longer can even trust my own evaluation of my illness. I am not actually sure if I am sick or not, so I am going to continue to go to class unless this gets worse.